"yes."

Yuwen Zhuo, seeing his friend receive the emperor's approval, also had a very bright smile on his face.

He knew that Brother Yan was an unparalleled genius who would rise to great heights if given the opportunity.

Upon returning home, Yuwen Zhuo declined Yan Jing'an's invitation.

It was getting late, and Yan Jing'an had been chatting with the emperor for so long, he couldn't trouble them to prepare food and wine until midnight.

As soon as Yuwen Zhuo left, Yan Jing'an took his wife into the courtyard, closed the door, and hugged her tightly.

Jiang Tian sensed the joy he was showing and was naturally happy for him.

That night, the two shared a bed, and Yan Jing'an told his wife everything about his conversation with the emperor—there were no secrets between them to begin with.

Jiang Tian was indeed very happy for him, hugged him, and whispered many words of praise.

Yan Jing'an received countless praises in his early years, but he didn't take them seriously.

Only his wife's sincerity brought him joy.

Looking into his wife's bright eyes, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart and gently, lovingly kissed her.

"I recently read a book, so how about you do as I say tonight?"

Yan Jing'an nibbled on his wife's earlobe, his voice tinged with a soft laugh.

Jiang Tian's fair ears turned bright red.

But how could she possibly refuse him?

He was the husband she held dear in her heart.

"Um……"

A sentence that is almost impossible to find.

A blush crept onto Jiang Tian's face, and her eyes were slightly closed.

Yan Jing'an loved her appearance so much that he slowly lowered his head.

He loved watching his wife bloom...